They are the same
Their tongues
Their spines
Gripped by the throat
Nothing left but the rind
Bring to me
Your confession and a scribe
The remains of his jealousy
In her bleeding eyes
Kill god
Kill god
Kill god
Kill god
Who gave you your untold grace
Thriving on a field you built from their bones
How long until you realize
None of your tongues matter now
Listen now as the tide turns in
Over the marsh eroding the sand
Craning through a coated grain echoing through the halls
How close are you willing to come to the edge to the rope